Qing Yan stared up at the dark, damp stone ceiling of the cave, his eyes completely blank and hollow, his body feeling like it had been run over by a herd of wild stampeding beasts.
He lay limply on the sleeping gorilla's massive, rhythmically heaving stomach, completely naked, his entire skin sticky, bruised, and covered in a foul-smelling combination of sweat, mud, and ape secretions.
After he had been violently dragged into the gorilla's remote mountain nest, Qing Yan was subjected to an absolute nightmare—a relentless, terrifying reverse mating press that lasted for so long that he had completely lost all sense of time, sanity, and dignity.
*Ding!*
A translucent, glowing blue status screen suddenly materialized right before his vacant, bloodshot eyes, ringing with a cheerful, upbeat chime that sounded like a cruel, twisted mockery.
[Congratulations Host, for capturing your first goddess!]
